The battle in the sky reached its climax, the air trembling with booms and flashes of energy as two figures flew at cloud-splitting speed. Ren shot forward, his body tracing a perfect arc through the air, repeating a maneuver he'd executed in the past—but this time, with an entirely different kind of strike.
Behind the visor of his armor, Ren's eyes were laser-focused. Every movement was calculated, choreographed like a deadly orchestra dancing between thin winds and the crushing pressure of atmospheric drag on his armor.
He had never been a fan of gambling—especially not when it depended solely on luck. But now, in the final seconds amidst the wreckage of sky and earth, he could only place his faith in one thing—that his calculations were correct, and he wasn't waiting on a miracle.
